“Is this not working for you, Regina?” Emma’s…

“Is this not working for you, Regina?”

Emma’s voice from behind my chair brings me back to the present again. Her hands are warm on my shoulders, and I lean my head back on my chair to glance up at her. She wants to help so badly, but disappointment shines in her eyes, dulling their green to a sickly algae color.

“Normally it would, you know that, Emma.”


Gesturing to the paperwork on my desk, I growl softly. “Your fucking mother has made a royal mess of things, pun entirely intended.”